Today we went to Arcata's Saturday Market. The poetry lady, was sitting with her portable, manual type writer in her lap. I told her that I would like a poem about "A Wreck" and this is what she wrote for me. It took her about 4 minutes.
Whether we name our path
in disaster's image
or stumble upon the remains that roadsides
heap and leave us in, all
comes broken to busted and rebuild again, so
that the wrecked can
only signify the what
will be of the remaking
april 13, 2011 (date was actually the 16th)
It is National Poetry Month, so I encourage you to write or buy a poem.